Page 24 of Knot your Princess
“Just met her in the gallery.”
He says it innocently enough, but I can’t shake the feeling that he is bullshitting me somewhere along the line.
“And you just decided to do what exactly?” My tone has gone cold, and I’m ready to grab this supposed brother of mine, and throw him in the back of the van to interrogate at my leisure.
“Follow her,” he says with a slow smile that definitely hits every nerve I have.
I lunge for him, grabbing him by his shirt front.
Of course, that’s when the ambulance decides to turn up, effectively stopping me from smashing his stalkery face into the ground.
Shoving Atlas towards Franco, who takes him by his jacket lapel and drags him to the van, shoving him inside with Luca following closely.
“What happened?” The paramedics ask me.
“Not sure. We were driving past and stopped.”
“Stick around for the police,” he murmurs.
“I’ll be in the van.”
He nods, accepting that, and focuses on Nico.
I’m not overly worried about him. He has an incredibly high pain threshold, and is a hard alpha to keep down. He will be fighting fit in no time, I’m sure. But whoever did this to him, just shot him in cold blood on the side of the road in broad daylight, has a pair of stones on him the size of England, andthatconcerns me. What will they do to Sugar? What do they want her for? More questions are added to the hundreds already swimming around my head, but some of them can be answered by the person currently being held in the van.
“Go,” I say to Luca, who is back behind the wheel.
“Uhm…”
“Nico will be fine. We know where they’ll take him. Just go unless you want to answer questions from the police?”
That gets his arse moving, and he pulls away, shooting past the paramedics and Nico.
“You,” I say, pointing at Atlas. “What the fuck is going on here?”
He glances over at me and shrugs. “Sophia Quinn stole something that was left for me. I want it back.”
I hiss. “You’re a bit of an arsehole, aren’t you?”
“Back at you,” he snarls, his temper firing up. Hmm, yep, I know that well. It looks the same on me as it does on him.
“What do you want from Sophia?”
“None of your business. But she took it with her anyway. Or her abductors took it, more like.”
“And you have no idea who they are?” I find this very hard to believe.
“Nope.”
"Quinn is going to murder us all the second he sees us,” I mutter under my breath.
“He can try,” Atlas spits out, hatred exuding from every pore in his body.
It’s personal, not just a hatred of our pack and leader.
“You can get fucked as well,” he adds.
“Me? What the fuck did I ever do to you?” We are getting off-topic here, but he is clearly pissed off, and I want to know why.
